Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

61. Head in the Clouds

Mythology au where Patrick is Ganymede, a mortal boy that's so pretty he gets carried off by Zeus (Pete) to be his personal cupbearer. Smut. SRAR era.

Pete looked down on Troy from his throne in the clouds and waited for his favorite mortal to appear. The warm city was packed with fertile land this time of year, and Pete knew the young man would look radiant in the midday sun when he came out to tend his livestock. He didn't have to wait long, because at half past noon the boy of his dreams appeared in the field.

Pete smiled. The young man's blond hair shone beautifully in the sunlight, and his pale skin seemed to do the same, perhaps from sweat. Pete could tell the man was gentle by the way he tended the sheep: slowly and calmly.

"His name is Patrick." Pete looked over his shoulder to see Joe standing just behind him, still wearing his winged helmet and sandals. "He's a Trojan prince, but word has it he's not too fond of that life."

Pete turned back to the field. "Really?"

Joe stepped to his side and nodded. "He doesn't like the spotlight very much. Wants a more low-key life."

"I don't know if I can give that to him, Joe," Pete said, stopping Joe's thoughts in their track. "King of the Gods isn't exactly low-key."

"No, but being a cupbearer is."

Pete raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't think that's a little demeaning?"

Joe shook his head. "Nope. Not to him."

Pete hummed.

"Think about it. I don't think he would mind a visit from a tall, dark, and handsome stranger."

Pete rolled his eyes as Joe left, but as he turned back to watch the man feed the goats, he considered it.

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Pete snuck into Patrick's dreams later that week, dressed in his finest toga. They were filled with sweet baby animals and beautiful music. It took some walking to find where the young man was lingering, but he did eventually.

Pete cleared his throat, and Patrick turned around. Pete's next breath caught in his throat.

The man was so much prettier up close. He had green-blue eyes that sparkled like the sea and soft pink lips that Pete wanted to lean in and kiss, right after tracing the lines of his jaw and cheekbones with his fingertips.

Patrick tilted his head. "Who are you?"

Pete swallowed. "My name is Pete, although I think you mortals know me as Zeus."

Patrick gasped. "Holy shit." He went to bow, but Pete stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Please, there's no need. I'm hardly that special. But you..."

Pete trailed off, letting his hand trail up from Patrick's shoulder to his jaw. Patrick's breath hitched, but he leaned into the touch. His skin was warm and soft against Pete's hand.

"You're incredible," Pete whispered. He paused for a moment. "I want you to come to Olympus with me."

Patrick swallowed. "I think I'll have to respectfully decline...I don't want to be a god."

"You don't have to be." Pete stepped closer until their chests were almost touching. "You can be my personal cupbearer. No one will pay you any mind to you if you don't want them to, and you'll have my companionship whenever you want it."

"Wow," Patrick said, blue eyes sparkling.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but if you want this, all you have to do is say the word."